The lonely stoner
comes out at night.
Shadows abundent,
In the bright moonlight.
It's time for night thinking,
time to take a walk.
Tiny inspirations,
like a picture drawn with chalk.
the colors are so beautiful,
and nicely blended in.
A picture so amazing
where should I begin.
A tiny little girl,
running in the sand.
A fragile lil old couple,
Walking hand in hand.
The moonlight so bright,
gleaming off the ocean.
Little calm ripples,
with never-ending motion.
Little birds all powerful,
flying through the air.
I even see a bright blue ball,
bouncing down the stairs.
So many things in this short life,
we never get to see.
Always being thankful,
and grateful one should be.
Today is almost over,
and tomorrow may never come.
I'm thankful for who I am,
and the persone I've become.
Live
Love
Hope
written by
Richard B Shick
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
The lonely stoner
comes out at night.
Shadows abundent,
In the bright moonlight.
It's time for night thinking,
time to take a walk.
Tiny inspirations,
like a picture drawn with chalk.
the colors are so beautiful,
and nicely blended in.
A picture so amazing
where should I begin.
A tiny little girl,
running in the sand.
A fragile lil old couple,
Walking hand in hand.
The moonlight so bright,
gleaming off the ocean.
Little calm ripples,
with never-ending motion.
Little birds all powerful,
flying through the air.
I even see a bright blue ball,
bouncing down the stairs.
So many things in this short life,
we never get to see.
Always being thankful,
and grateful one should be.
Today is almost over,
and tomorrow may never come.
I'm thankful for who I am,
and the persone I've become.
Live
Love
Hope
written by
Richard B Shick
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